Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Lost Mainstream

Your painting is messy
At this moment
I remember the fountain next to the white pigeons
The happiness has fallen down
Continue to pull the nameless
I love you
And you are singing intermittently
Pretend that nothing has happened
After the time passed away
Love is faced with choices
You are tired of the cold, I cried
Not a happy start
You use the card paper to write
Some just love to do this to the pain
How tired you are, where is the promised happiness
I don't wanna tell, the love is far short of a dream
Vaguely happy and unhappy at the number you give up
Those who loved the feeling is too deep
I still remember
You don't understand, where is the promised happiness
I was wrong, let the tears of regret gone away
Only memories of the Music Box are rotating
How to stop it
Your painting is messy
At this moment
I like the atmosphere of white pigeons
The happiness has fallen down
Continue to pull the nameless
I love you
And you are singing intermittently
Pretend that nothing has happened
After the time passed away
Love is faced with choices
You are tired of the cold, I cried
Not a happy start
You use the card paper to write
Some just love to do this to the pain
How tired you are, where is the promised happiness
I don't wanna tell, the love is far short of a dream
Vaguely happy and unhappy at the number you give up
Those who loved the feeling is too deep

How tired you are
Where is the promised happiness
I don't wanna tell
The love is far short of a dream
I still remember
You don't understand, where is the promised happiness
I was wrong, let the tears of regret gone away
Only memories of the Music Box are rotating
How to stop it

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